Archive for the ‘Film’ Category
La! I’ve finally moved, all my delicious books are still in boxes, I’m finally living with a cat again (hooray!), and I already know at least…two past bad experiences one of my new roommates had with his exes. “I can’t believe I just told you that,” he said. Not me, I’m used to it by now. Maybe I should be a shrink instead of a….whatever it is I currently plan to become.
The best thing about my new place, besides the cat, is that I now have Turner Classic Movies on a permanent basis, not as a temporary freebie. (Bless you, house gods.) I celebrated by watching a noir –I looked up from my book, turned on the tv and lo! it had begun — called The Sniper. It was rather bizarre, atmospheric as any noir should be, and at times unintentionally hilarious. There’s so much going on in September: Cult movies, silent movies and back-to-school films! The new roommie and I continued the old movie fest by seeing the original The Italian Job on Suntv yesterday. The week should end with a literary flourish as TCM ‘s Saturday night prime time feature is “Based on Oscar Wilde”. It starts at 8:00 PM ET with The Importance of Being Earnest, An Ideal Husband at 9:45 PM, The Picture of Dorian Grey at 11:30, and ends with The Canterville Ghost at 1:30 AM. I’m a bit leery of the last because my memory of the short story does not include any American GIs but I’ll suppose we’ll see.
I had a lovely post written down on paper, just for you, but I left the book from which I wanted to pull quotes and other interesting titbits. I’m finding my travails through the Paris Review‘s archive so interesting that I wanted to do something similar with the Times Literary Supplement but the oversized binding with the collected archives from the early 20th century is “missing”. Going through microform isn’t nearly as fun so I may have to settle with the ones that start from the 60s. (Booooooo.) Maybe I’ll do it for the London Review of Books? Or maybe there’s another journal/magazine you think I should try.
I’m not only ludicrously close to tears, but have an insane desire to spend all my savings to attend his funeral. Instead I’ll do a film marathon. I started out backwards with Bergman, seeing his Sarabande in a local cinema about two years ago. I knew little about the film, even less about Bergman. I started it leaned back passively in a worn seat, munching on popcorn, sipping coke, ended it with chin on hands placed on the back of the seat in front, eyes peeled, stomach twisted and mind filled with Bach’s cello suites. His other films provided experiences too overwhelming to be expressed at present but suffice it to say he is *the director, as far as I’m concerned.
*A friend reminded me of my Teshigahara worship so…ok.
I am busily trying to come up with a respectable post on the Ford novel, resisting the temptation to indulge in The Land of Spices‘ muted raptures. To hold you over Dewey has done an interview with me over at her blog The Hidden Side of a Leaf.
The New York Review of Books imprint is celebrating its 200th classics release. The editor Edwin Frank explains why so many of Georges Simenon’s books were printed as classics and future additions to the catalogue. I am most excited about a new Richard Hughes (whoop!) and lots of new translations including a new Stefan Zwieg. I’m curious about William Empson’s Milton’s God — I read a reference to it in a TLS article who remembers when — and Christopher Priest’s “hard” science fiction novel, The Inverted World. (Maybe I’ll finally get around to reading a sci fi.) Considering my recently confessed ignorance of Greek playwrights a new translation of Euripdes’ plays, already released, looks tempting.
If you want to know exactly how many NYRB classics you don’t own type a list of the ones you do and send it in – you’ll receive a complete list of all the other books pining to be read and enjoyed.
Amusing pleasures await if you’re into old films. Turner Classic Movies has put up a media room on its website where viewers can watch old movie trailers that deflate the myth that everything was better in the good ol’ days. (In one trailer a movie boasted that it had a debut actress with “a new face…and a new body!” as she gyrated around a pole in one scene and made out with a sailor on a beach in the other.) You even get a stream of a full-length 1937 comedy, something TCM plans to provide more of. Long live TCM! (via A.V. Club)
And I thought I’d share with you some of my May purchases.
The Awful Mess on Via Meruluna – Carlo Emilio Gadda, translated by William Weaver
Tonight at 6:oo pm ET on Turner Classic Movies
I am looking forward to the obituaries by individual newspapers and such. I have only ever seen Gosford Park, but have always heard good things about Altman’s work. I will have to get around to renting a bunch of his films and doing a kind of marathon.